Guillermo

Olívia
The moment her mouth is on mine, I forget everything.

Why I left on Saturday. How I spent two whole days with a confused mind. How we were wrong together.

I only need him.

His kiss isn’t like any I’ve ever received. It’s needy, but also punishing. As if his mouth dares me to deny that I want him.

As if he, completely, forces me to confess that I am his.

But just as I begin to lose myself, he pulls away, leaving me weak and needy against the door.

At first, I can’t believe he’s moved away from me. I don’t want to open my eyes. I crave just a little more of what we have when we touch.

Seconds pass and he doesn’t come back, so I finally force myself to wake from the dream.

I try to keep a neutral expression, but at this point, you can all imagine how terrible a liar I am.

Like the first time I saw him, his powerful presence hits me.

He’s looking at me. Looking at every piece of me.

The black pumps, the tight jeans, the cropped jacket, and the top underneath showing a glimpse of my abdomen.

"You went out with a guy."

It’s not what he says, but the tone that drives me completely wild.

"Are you going to finish what you started?" I ask, making it clear that if he doesn’t decide about us, I won’t wait forever.

"Who is he?"

"Melissa’s friend, though you have no right to interfere."

In an instant, he’s on me again.

"Not a chance I don’t have."

"Just because he gave me incredible orgasms doesn’t make him my owner."

I never thought I’d have the courage to say something like that, but frustration and longing win. He looks at me in silence, a silent battle of wills. I think it’s hard to tell who’s angrier.

When I think he’s going to fight back, he grabs my neck and invades my mouth with a kiss so deep, hot, and wet that the pulse between my thighs turns painful. This time, however, before he can pull away and no matter how much I don’t want to, I push him.

"No. You’re not going to touch me, drive me crazy, leave me wanting more, and then change your mind and treat me like I’m just an acquaintance."

I walk to the window, putting some distance between us.

"You don’t even let me touch you back, for God’s sake. What am I to you, Guillermo? A toy? A virgin doll who likes to go crazy with that sinful mouth?"

"You’re not a toy to me."

I can see his jaw tense, and from what little I know of him, I know that’s how he’s used to living—controlling everything, even his emotions.

Not with me.

Either we dive into this crazy attraction together, or we go our separate ways.

"I don’t mind being a toy for you and you for me too. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not asking you to marry me, just to stop these mixed messages."

"There are no mixed messages. I asked you to have dinner with me to talk, and you said no. Instead, you went out with another man."

I can see he’s about to explode, and aside from our intimate moments, I’ve never felt him so real.

That’s what I want.

"Yes, I went out with him. At least Logan knows what he wants."

"You? He said he wants you?"

"Why not? Why couldn’t another man want me?"

I put a confidence in my voice I don’t actually feel.

This isn’t me—or maybe it’s an Olivia I’m just discovering. A woman who needs her man to admit what he feels.

"Because you’re mine."

"I’ll have to disagree with that. Maybe that ship has already sailed and you missed your chance, Dr. Guillermo. Maybe I just want to enjoy myself from now on."

"No fucking way."

He invades my personal space, but doesn’t touch me. Still, he’s so close I feel the heat of his breath.

"You’re going to come for me always. On my tongue, on my cock, on my fingers. You think I don’t want you enough, Olivia?"

He unbuttons his shirt and I hold my breath.

It’s the first time he’s undressed while we’re together.

Guillermo seems to love seeing me naked, but he’s never let me touch him for real.

"You can leave or tell me to stop at any moment."

I lick my suddenly dry lips.

"I don’t want you to stop."

The sight of his muscular, hairless chest takes my breath away. He’s gorgeous. What I felt that day under the shirt—the abs—are all there, and I know if he lets me, I’ll kiss every bit of that skin.

He grabs my neck.

Doesn’t kiss me, just brushes our lips together.

"You think I don’t desire you?"

He holds my hand, kisses my palm, and without warning, places it on his hard cock. I can’t help myself and move it up and down.

"Sweet Lord!"

Guillermo is big and thick, if the bulge under his pants is any indication.

He takes off my coat. Kisses my collarbone, then nibbles lightly.

I moan, already surrendered, and increase the pressure on his cock, but it’s not enough, so I lift my face to look at him. While undoing the button and lowering the zipper of his pants, I ask:

"You’re not going to stop me?"

"Want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Then there’s no chance I’ll stop you."

He nibbles my ear, and I’m already dizzy, delirious with desire.

"You’re so hot. So sexy dressed like this."

He runs his hands over my back, and when he feels it bare, he pulls away a little.

"No bra?"

"The top wouldn’t allow me to wear one."

He says nothing and unties the bow behind my neck. The silk falls, leaving my breasts exposed.

Instead of touching them like I thought he would, he lifts me in his arms and lays me on the bed. He takes off his own pants and kicks off his shoes, keeping his underwear. Then he’s hovering over me. No rush, and I lose myself in his face.

Is it normal that even after such a short time knowing him, I feel this deep connection?

Don’t think about that now, Olivia.

Trying to focus only on the physical, I close my eyes.

"No. Open. I want you to see everything."

He still hovers over me. One hand on the bed, the other raised, running his thumb over my nipple.

I squeeze my thighs and let out a moan.

"Are you wet, love?"

He pinches lightly and I writhe, my body completely consumed by lust. I spread my legs, inviting him, and he comes between them.

The hand that was playing with my breast is replaced by his rough, hot tongue, while his fingers land on my jeans.

He massages me exactly where I need it, and my body shakes.

The reaction triggers something in him, because his self-control seems to crumble.

In seconds, he pulls off my heels and then, in a not-so-gentle move, yanks my pants and lingerie off at once.

Now I’m completely naked.

When I feel his hand palm my pussy, I know it’s no longer a choice. I am his.